My advice : however painful, we need to realise that we fell in love with the ‘pretend them’ or our hopes and dreams for them- not the reality.
They are like a present- all shiny and attractive at first, but when you open it up, the present is rubbish, or the parcel is empty.
Like the parcel, our abusers weren’t who we hoped. They aren’t anything like we dreamed, and even might be completely empty inside.
We fell in love with their lies and promises. We also fell in love with our own beautiful hopes.
Let us transfer that beauty and hope elsewhere- to ourselves, our kids- but definitely away from him.